The Demon's Gambit (Alastor x OC)

Episode 4:Hearts and Hells

TRIGGER WARNING: This episode contains scenes of sexual assault.

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Ominous music played, flickering light illuminated a dark room. Angel Dust squinted against the harsh brightness that stung his eyes. Surrounded by darkness, the only source of light was a dim, rusty lamp casting eerie shadows.

He was trapped on a chair, tied up to the harsh surface. As he struggled against the strong binds, a breathy voice reached out to him.

"Finally awake, Angel Dust?"

"Yeah, and what's it to you?" Angel smirked.

The tall figure grabbed his hair, dragging Angel's head backwards as he gritted his teeth.

"I WANT YOU TO TELL ME WHERE YOUR BOSS STASHES HIS VAULT!"

The spider demon chuckled. "HEHEHE! It's hilarious you think I'd tell you anything."
His grin grew broader, the solitary golden tooth catching the light. The gangster seized him by the throat, lifting him off the ground while he remained bound to the chair.

"FINE! I GUESS I'LL JUST HAVE TO FUCK THE INFORMATION OTTA YA!"

Angel let his head droop for a moment, then looked up with a sly grin.

"Do your worst, daddy ~"

In a sudden, jarring movement, Angel Dust was forcefully thrust onto the cold, unyielding floor. As his clothes were violently shredded, the room was filled with the vivid, unsettling sound of skin slapping against skin. His moans, rich with a mixture of pleasure and surrender, resonated through the dark space, blending with the harsh noises of their physical interaction.

"Ohhhh, yeahhh, baby! ~" 

The scene was partially obscured, offering only glimpses of the action, but the audible cues left little to the imagination. The heavy panting and rhythmic noises were unmistakably clear. The distorted, blurred outlines of movement and the audible signs of his enjoyment made it evident what was unfolding.

Charlie, Vaggie, and Vira, who were forced to witness the horrific display, felt waves of nausea threatening to overwhelm them. Nifty relaxed on the table, her chin resting on her hands, while she watched the scene with attentive fascination. Sir Pentious sat in the velvety chaise, pale and disbelieving. This didn't bother Angel even to the slightest though. 

"Ya know, this performance won me a 'Sex-x-x-i' award!" He bragged, his figure leisurely chilling on the soft coach.

"It's..uh...very...honest?...oh.." Charlie covered her face with one hand, while hugging her legs close to her body. She quickly turned her back to the TV when Angel's moans, rich and throaty, blended with the echoing slaps, creating a symphony of primal sounds that filled the space with a charged energy. Charlie's eyes became larger and she nearly puked. "Ew!"

"Okay, enough of that, Angel, WHAT THE FUCK?" Vaggie turned Charlie's head away, when the demon girl took a glimpse at the screen. Vira felt deep regret for joining the team this morning. She regretted not staying in her own room, joining Alastor in his radio tower or basically doing ANYTHING else than THIS.

"What?! You said it was "Show n' Tell" day", Angel pointed out, one of his gloved hands directed towards the TV. "I'm showin' you my best film, and I'm tellin' you that it scored me a win over that bitch, Tiffany Titfucker!" He ruffled his chest fluff, annoyed by the prospect.

In the background, Husk was cleaning the bar's glasses. "Ya know, not a very convincing interrogation scene." Naturally, Angel felt insulted, glaring at the bartender.

"Alright dickhead, what makes you think you have any right to insult my work to my fuckin' face?!"

"You really going to sit there and act like these scripts ain't hot garbage?" Husk leaned on the counter. Angel gasped dramatically. "FUCK YOU! This is classy art." He gesticulated to the porn while the moans and gasps continued. Pentious covered his ears with his neckshield, while Nifty stayed deeply entertained.

"That's bullshit", Husk replied, leaving the concierge to get closer to Angel.